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Lisa Marie, one of Elvis’ private jets – BBC image

I woke after Nap-fu practice, buttered a bread roll and poured a half pint of chilled sparkling mineral water. As I settled in front of the PC to read the news, I was shocked. I read “Elvis Presley private parts for sale”. As the fog of sleep lifted, I reread, because I couldn’t believe it… The headline was actually “Elvis Presley private jets for sale”.

Having recovered from that shock, let’s move along.

The temperature yesterday reached freakin-hotºC (that’s 41ºC) or intolerably-hotºF. The thermal sensation 50ºC, we were melting. I set up my private cachoeira (waterfall) by putting the hose through the tiles on top of the fence, borrowed a chair from the botequim and sat under the cascading water to drink my beer. Whenever I vacated the chair, the neighbours two girls took advantage, as well as their dad.

About 4pm we (neighbours and I) set up the BBQ and had grilled salmon, pork ribs, pork belly strips, liver and garlic bread for a late afternoon snack.

By the end of that, I was knackered, running the BBQ, the heat, the beer had all taken their toll. So it was home for the news.

I am miffed. I read the story of an English couple stranded in New York after a five day getaway before the birth of their child, who decided to make an early appearance by some weeks. They are being stung for $200,000 in hospital care, although they had insurance, it is not clear if it covers a birth.

Now, I may be wrong here. But to my mind the birth of a child is Mother Nature at work, sometimes she is unpredictable, therefore I consider this a natural emergency which shouldn’t be charged for, even by a bloody-minded stinking corporate private hospital. Childbirth should be free! We have been overtaken by our own capitalist greed. Somethings like this are just not right.

Boko Haram militants have kidnapped about 40 boys and young men in a raid on a remote village in north-eastern Nigeria. It’s time these cowardly bastards were hunted down like rabid dogs and disposed of. They claim to be Muslims, but their actions form no part of Islam.

Another headline: Most types of cancer can simply be put down to bad luck rather than risk factors such as smoking, a study suggests. This is something that I have thought for many years. From my own family’s experience… Both my grandfathers smoked and drank heavily from the age of about 14, they died at 90 & 92, neither from cancer nor heart problems, rather from natural causes. On the other hand, my father who neither smoked nor drank had heart problems at 59 and died of a stroke at 73. My thoughts have been that you either have cancerous genes, or as this report suggests, cancerous genes can mutate, or not. Lifetyles such as smoking or drinking may exacerbate them.

nothingcheckNow the weather today is much more reasonable, cloudy with the prospect of rain. Still sweating here, but not like yesterday.

It’s 1pm, time to check the botequim. Nothing is planned for the day, another day in which I fully expect to be a successful.

Later.

Sorry, I have a headache

headacheNo, there was no suggestion of sex…

No, I didn’t drink too much yesterday…

I have been thinking too long about too much on not enough caffiene.

I have been posting sporadically since 1am, between naps; you couldn’t call them sleeps.

I lived with that old story “Sorry, I have a headache” for so long during my marriage, that finally I took a glass of water and two aspirin to the bedroom where my wife was reading in bed. “What are they for?” she asked. “They’re for your headache,” I replied. “I don’t have a head….!” She never finished that sentence.

Gotcha!

There was nowhere in her list of feminine wiles that she could squirm out of that one.

grammar-vaderNow I’m going to put my Grammar Nazi cap on. Look at that meme above, it was obviously made by an American. How can I tell? They’ve used the vowel sound form of the indefinite article ‘an’ for headache.

Americans have this habit of using ‘an’ for all ‘h’ words.

Totally wrong!

The ‘an’ form is only used when the ‘h’ word has a silent ‘h’ and the first sound is that of a vowel. An hour, for example, or an honour; but a hotel or a headache.

g+I clicked on a link in a blog today. It was a blog that I have visited often, so it was trusted and I discovered, horror of horrors, that I have a Google+ account. How the f*#k did I get that? I have purposely stayed away from Google+, as I try to do with most Google products, because I don’t trust them! I am more than a little miffed about this because it means that Google can control what platforms I use. I told you, they are not to be trusted!

An interesting phenomenon. Every MSM (mainstream media) source tells us that the economy is doing great, we are out of the recession, unemployment is down, shares are up, we’ve got cheap oil, etc. The news is almost rosy. But when I visit reports and articles written by independent specialists, economists and the like, they say the exact opposite; that the economy is NOT doing so great, unemployment is down because they’ve cooked the figures, that 2015 could see the beginning of the end for the global economy, that the government’s money printing, the bank’s derivatives and Wall Street open slather policies are all one big Ponzi scheme and that the house of cards is so big that it could fall at any moment. The cheap oil could well be the trigger….

Watch this space!

Netanyahu is spewing. The Palestinians are trying to join the International Criminal Court. Which means that Palestine would be able to pursue war criminals. Now if Netanyahu had a clear conscience over Israeli actions, why would that bother him? Good question!

“Most types of cancer can simply be put down to bad luck rather than risk factors such as smoking, a study suggests.”BBCNews. Once again, it appears that everything we are told and accept as gospel needs to be questioned.

Silly Box: I was going to put Tony Idiott here, simply because he is.

But then I found this… Constipated goldfish  A goldfish lover from Norfolk paid hundreds of pounds in vets’ fees when his pet became constipated. – BBCNews A big pet like a horse, I can understand, a dog or a cat, I can understand; but a goldfish? Or am I just an insensitve clod? <—– Hypotheticl question, doesn’t really need an answer.

Yesterday reached its very-bloody-hotºC, and we have been promised hotter than that today. The sun is already very strong and I have to go and water the plants.

I also have to do the dishes, make more coffee, take something out of the freezer for eating purposes and take a dump (for which I’ll spare you the details).

Later.

Blownaparte

Botejão

Botejão

Yes, I nearly was…

The gas bottle ran out this morning, fortunately not while I was making coffee, but rather heating water to softening some plastic hose to join for the garden. If it had failed while making coffee, that would have been an unmitigated disaster.

I had to change the gas before lunch… which is on the go. Had trouble sealing the new gas bottle, can you imagine the bang of 13kgs of gas?

Me neither, and I don’t particularly want to find out!

*Pause*

Lunch and beer o’clock…

Lunch curried beef on rice. Enough left over to make curry rolls tomorrow.

Reading  new blog from an older blogger today. I had to laugh.

List of things to do:

4. Sex in German – ja, ja, oh mein Gott, schneller, schneller, ja, ja, das ist ausgezeichnet… what a sexy language.

5. Learning German so that I can understand what’s going on during the sex.

She was Expat Eye on Latvia, but now Expat Eye on Germany.

General Toyplasma Gondii

General Toxyplasma Gondii

A while ago I wrote about Toxoplasma gondii, it’s a bacteria that many people have caught from cats, up to 60% of the population. Turns out that this bacteria loves to eat cancer cells.

Oh, I hope I’ve got this bacteria.

Looks like we should all be wallowing in the kitty litter… better than chemotherapy, and much cheaper.

Not sure if many of you know, that some of the memes that I post, particularly on this blog, are my own work. Or is it that bad you can tell?

I see an idea and get an urge to open CorelDraw and make my own idea, or interpretation.

For me they are fun. To poke fun at anyone and anything is the spice of life.

Now that I have washed the dishes, cooked, eaten and has ome beer, I feel an intense urge for some Nap-fu practice.

It’s Sunday, after all. Football in one hour fifty minutes… yes, Nap-fu should kill that easily.

Later.

A Little Trollop

My little trollop

My little trollop

Yes, she’s a little trollop.

She went to sleep in the carport, that’s not unusual, but she normally comes inside and sleeps on the bed.

Last night at 1am, I noticed she hadn’t come in.

Took me sometime to find her. She was over the road in the park. I took her home and closed the window, but she wanted out again. I waited up until 3am for her to come in. How many fathers have suffered the angst of their daughter being out later than she should? We fathers are at a distinct disadvantage; we don’t understand the girls at school, we don’t understand the woman we marry and then we don’t understand our daughters.

She finally turned up in time for breakfast at 6am.

Errant kitten, or should I say grandkitten, as she is Cloro’s daughter.

nutshit

Nutshit

Amazing news! Nutella is 50 years old. Posted about the Nutella story on Tomus today.

I have never tried the stuff, I find the mere thought nauseating.

Disturbing that kids are allowed it for breakfast.

How to encourage your kids to crave sweet shit.

Talk about parenting gone bad.

Most of us are aware that smoking and drinking alcohol can cause throat cancer, but I read today that it can also be caused by oral sex. The fun side of life is being quickly eroded, soon we won’t even be able to get out of bed without some life-threatening condition befalling us. (Ah, no image for this tidbit)

This is just the thigh bone

This is just the thigh bone

Dinosaurs are getting bigger. In Argentina they have unearthed a new bigger dinosaur than the previously found Argentinosaurus.

Estimated to be the height of a seven-story building.

Another recent discovery, octopi will cling to anything with its suckers except octopus skin. That explains why they don’t get all tangled up.

My DHL package arrived in São Paulo during the night. But although they say it’s left there for Rio, I am concerned. DHL class São Paulo as being ‘north’ Brazil, it’s in the southeast. I wonder if they actually know where Rio is?

Clorinha has discovered the delights of my neighbour’s car. It’s just like an adventure playground.

Time to blog along.

Later.

 

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